Stalk after the shadowy figure, must find the truth.
(2) Jack attempts to sneak after the shadowy figure, but trips over an old broken pallet. The figure looks directly at him, and approaches, menacingly. Why is that guy wearing sunglasses at night, in an alley, in this neighborhood?
Quickly, draw in a breath and keep on repeating 'help'. I honestly forget what I was trying to get help for, but keep saying it anyways.
(6) Stan begins crying out for help. He keeps this up for a while, and a nurse comes in. She sees he is conscious, and begins talking to him. He keeps repeating the word though, having forgotten what he wanted. (6) He remembers that he was trying to convey a sense of helplessness and trying to refocus his shattered mind, having regained something of a linguistic ability. This revelation doesn't stop his babbling, but he does get the sense that the nurse recognizes his helplessness. She even sits by his bedside for a while, talking soothingly to him.
Talk about how I've been trying to move on.
(5) As Annie bares her soul, the look on the man's face changes, and he starts nodding sympathetically. "I'm sure we can work something out, Ma'am. I think we might have a position for you, with the recommendation that you take advantage of one of the programs available through the government. We'll call you with our decision in the next couple days." He stands and shows Annie out of fhis officec gently.
Explore the empty unchanging void.
(2) Starn succeeds. Turns out, it's empty. And unchanging.
Buy a... no, no, no... THREE chocolate bars AND some flowers! That will calm her down, obviously. That crazy woman, that.
(6) Ed rushes to the general store and picks up several bouquets of flowers and a stack of chocolate bars. he barely notices the total at the register, and balances his loot carefully as he walks back home - still without a vehicle. Once home, Ed arranges the booty on the dining table careully, perking up one sagging flower, and swivelling this one and that til they stand in perfect array, the chocolates tastefully arranged below. He stands back and admires his work. This should make her happy, he thinks. Then he yells up the stairs, calling her name for thirty seconds before a nagging thought in the back of his head catches up to him ...